Merciless

Love before

was honey

from a filtered tap,

clear and sweet, but

cruelly robbed of its

perfection.

Your love, im-

perfectly

infused with entrapped

pollen and wax,

is riddled through with

corpses of bees

(the mitzvah of the bee,

one sacrifices for all,

all sacrifice for the one).

My love flows

so sweetly

her sting burns, her slap

mercilessly
steeped in the timeless

amber of now.